try to reach for his hand

anonymous asked:

solangelo and #60? your writing is so good omg im jealous ❤️❤️❤️

Aaaaah! Thank you! I’m so sorry this took forever, I’ve had a crazy week this week and I haven’t had anytime to write! But, here it is!

Prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Nico’s lungs filled with the choking scent of cigarettes and alcohol as he made his way to the bar. The pounding beat of a techno song reverberated through the oppressive crush of hot, sweaty bodies and into Nico’s skull. He finally reached the other end of the room, where a long,  forlorn-looking counter sat entertaining its few occupants.

Nico took a seat on one of the neglected barstools and asked the young woman behind the counter for a glass of water. She returned less than a minute later and handed him a glass, which he thanked her for before swiveling around to observe the activity at the opposite side of the space.

Drunken laughter mingled with the rumbling bass of the music. The crowd swayed and knocked against each other in a sort of joyful, haphazard dance. Slithering tendrils of purple-gray smoke rose from the assembly, while empty beer bottles rolled underfoot.

“I’ve not seen you here before,” an unfamiliar voice said. Nico whipped around to locate the source, and found himself face to face with a man who couldn’t have been much older than him.

He had golden hair that curled slightly and round blue eyes that glimmered with amusement. Freckles dusted the angular plains of his face, and a thin, white scar cut across his pointed chin. “You don’t come around here a lot, do you?” he asked. His voice was warm and mellifluous, almost musical.

“No, I’m not really one to frequent bars and clubs much,” Nico replied.

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Then what brought you here? Rough week?”

“No,” Nico replied, shaking his head. “More like my friend’s birthday.” He jutted his chin in the direction of the crowd, where Percy, Leo, and Jason were busy toppling over each other as they tried to keep up with the speeding rhythm of the song.

“Ah,” the boy replied.

Nico sipped his water and faced him, “So, what’s your name?”

“Will Solace,” the boy–Will–answered.

“And how’d you end up in this place?” Nico inquired.

“I’m a med student and finals are coming up, that’s all you need to know,” Will said. Nico chuckled and rested his elbow on the bar. There was something captivating about the way the light danced on Will’s sculpted features that left Nico unable to tear his eyes from him.

“How about I buy you a drink. Cheers to finals?” Nico offered.

A smirk flickered across Will’s lips. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“S-so what if I am?” Nico stuttered, his cheeks coloring.

Will leaned forward. The glimmer in his blue eyes seemed more pronounced now. “Well, then I’d consider myself pretty damn lucky.”

Nico’s blush deepened, and his heart hammered in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, but his voice died in his throat.

Suddenly, Will averted his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, did I go too far?”

“No, no. You just caught me off guard that’s all,” Nico replied.

Will’s face relaxed into an easy smile, “What, you aren’t used to being flirted with?”

“People tend to avoid me,” Nico answered, shaking his head.

“You’re kidding me!” Will exclaimed. “With a face like yours I’d think you’d be fighting men and women off with a stick!”

Nico laughed. “No, they don’t seem to notice my natural charm,” he joked. 

“Well, their loss, then,” Will answered. He yawned and stretched his arms. 

“Tired, Solace?” Nico asked. 

“Yeah,” Will answered. “This place is exhausting.”

“Then go home,” Nico said. 

Will suddenly perked up at Nico’s words. “Oh, hell no,” Will replied. “Not without getting your number first!” He drew his phone from his pocket and held it out to Nico. 

“You want my number?” Nico asked in surprise. 

“Of course I want your number,” Will countered. 

Finally, Nico took the phone from Will and punched in his number before returning it. 

“I’m expecting a text from you sometime tonight, doctor’s orders.” Will said in a playful tone.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say Will.”

He grinned, “Good night, Nico.” 

Nico smiled in return, “Good night, Will.”

With one last wave, Will turned and disappeared into the haze of smoke and bodies on the other side of the room, leaving Nico’s heart pounding louder than the beat of the music. 

skarpetkamroku  asked:

“Are you trying to seduce me?” for Fen x MHawke, pleeeeease?

“What are you doing?” Fenris asks with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised. Hawke has hands at the straps of his armor, shedding heavy metal, letting it sink into the dirt. He gives a reckless grin as he stretches, one hand moving towards the branches of the tree.

“There’s an apple up there. A perfect looking one. You like apples.” His foot finds purchase in a knot, and he pushes himself upwards. His tunic hangs loose, the sleeves ripped off, Hawke winking down at Fenris as he flexes more than necessary to reach the next branch.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Fenris asks with the slightest of smiles curling at the edges of his lips.

“Is it working?” Hawke asks with a childish grin.

“I will keep you informed,” Fenris says. He covers the smirk with his hand, watches as Hawke deftly climbs from branch to branch. The branches thin out, no longer steady under Hawke’s weight. Tongue between teeth, reaching as far as he can. Fingertips touch the smooth surface of an apple before Hawke hears the cracking sound. His stomach drops and there’s suddenly nothing solid under his feet. Great, is all he has time to think.

He groans as he lies on grass and dirt, trying to pretend like he doesn’t hear Fenris roaring with laughter. The elf is doubled over, hands around his belly, laughter carefree and delighted. “Don’t – don’t fucking laugh,” Hawke says, trying to stop his own chuckles as he pushes himself up from the ground. He sits up, rubbing his brow, grinning as he watches Fenris collapse to his knees.

“I-I’m sorry – are you – are you alright?” He’s gasping in air, a hand on Hawke’s shoulder, wiping tears from his eyes. With a flourish, he presents the apple.

“For you,” Hawke says. For some reason, that makes Fenris laugh even harder. Arms around his neck, head on Hawke’s shoulder, his entire body shakes with it. They lie back in the grass together, breathless and giddy. Fenris claims his prize, takes a bite. Hawke wraps a hand around his wrist, tugs his hand towards him so that he too may take a bite.

Fenris chuckles under his breath, leans over to kiss him. “If you wanted a taste, you only had to ask,” he says slyly. The grin bursts across Hawke’s face as he rolls over Fenris, trapping him beneath him, smothering him in kiss after kiss.


@dadrunkwriting

anonymous asked:

How do you think Stricklander's skin feels like? Because the trolls are supposed to be stone, yet... not? Maybe you could help me perceive that through Barbara?

So this is a very good opportunity to direct all of you to the work of my lovely Ler/ @bifacialler, who is a goddess of words and descriptions and who so perfectly conveys in a few short sentences what I flail about for a page and a half trying to hit on the head…

This is what she wrote for exactly what you’re pondering, in her fanfic and so the darkness knew my name:

And then he flashes in gold behind her eyelids, and his touch, skin on skin, turns to -

- imagine a peddle on a beach, sanded by what surrounded it, smoothed by salt water, travelling the world with tides for hundreds of years, until it reaches you, tired and withered and sun-baked, and a child picks it up, passing it from one hand to another, and puts it, slightly cooled, against your very pulse-

- imagine that pebble to be alive, breathing, moving, hard as a rock it is but melable like clay, filled with all the same emotions you do, except the bottom of the sea it has seen is a lonely dark place, and the sand has rubbed it raw in places, so that you can see the very rock from which it was born-

- and it caresses her skin, a clawed thumb touching the rivers of veins at the bottoms of her palms, and flowing in waves up and down her forearms.

I just…nothing I could write could possibly compare, could it?

One day I will inevitably write my own take on it and will most likely write it through Barbara perceiving it, but, like I said, Ler is the ultimate, just as she is the ultimate in everything.  

Pain- Jason Blossom (Prompts)

Anon: 29,43,50 with Jason Blossom please! :))

N/A: Okay, so based on the prompts this beautiful person sent me I decided to make it super sad and heartbreaking, also please take it easy on me if it sucks xD

“Was it fun?” you asked your boyfriend Jason Blossom, you weren’t together for long, only 7 months or so, but you both loved each other dearly. 

Or so you thought “Babe, what are you talking about?” he asked, clearly confused and him being oblivious sent you over the edge

“I’m talking about screwing around with Polly Cooper behind my back!” Now, the confusion was gone, only to be replaced guilt as he gulped in fear

“Y/N I can explain, I swear!” he urged scared trying to reach for your hand, when you felt his touch you backed away roughly

“No! I’m done with this! It’s over!” he seemed to froze for a split of a second, feeling is heart beating loudly in fear of loosing the one he loved, feeling the tears staring to form and completely desperate he said 

“I can’t loose you too” you frowned

“What do you mean you can’t loose me too?” when he didn’t answered you scoffed “For fuck’s sake Jason look around you! Everyone loves you!” he shook his head

“No, they don’t! They just hang out with me because I’m rich! My parents are going crazy, they’ve changed, they’re not the parents I used to know, now they only care about how successful I am. My sister is loosing it because of how much my parents humilate her” he explained, but that didn’t changed anything. That didn’t justified why he cheated on you.

“It’s over” you stated firmly walking away “Please! he begged but you didn’t stopped until he catch up with you and grabbed your hand, but before you jerked it away he turned you around to hug you tightly.

His embrance, his smell, everything about him was intoxicating, you wanted to return his gesture so badly but you couldn’t.

He grabbed his hands around your waist keeping you as close as he could, you felt his tears failing on your shirt as he stared to shake and sob loudly, it honestly broke your heart “-Don’t do this, don’t break my heart” he whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine

“You broke mine first” you said simply and with that simple sentence, he let you go.

His eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were tinted with a rosy pink, you could even see the spots of dry tears in his face, you wanted so badly to go back into his arms, but the damage was already done.

And without another word you left

anonymous asked:

Ryden with degradation, and sensory deprivation.

Brendon was laying there, blindfolded. He hated not being able to see. He didn’t know where Ryan was or what he was going to do, but he trusts Ryan. He can feel the bed dip down, so he knows that Ryan is somewhere near him now. “God, you look so pretty, B.” Ryan says, running a hand down Brendon’s side. Brendon squirms, more sensitive than usual. “I have so many things I’d like to do to you, baby boy. It’s too bad that you were being a whore .”

Brendon whimpers, reaching out, trying to find Ryan with his hands. He feels Ryan’s fingers wrapping around his wrists, pushing them back down by his sides.

“No touching, slut. You lost that privilege when you were flirting with Pete. You’re my whore, Brendon. Only mine. My little fuck toy to use.” He says, starting to kiss down Brendon’s chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it lightly. Brendon lets out a high-pitched moan, throwing his head back. “Ry- please.”

“Please, what?” Ryan teases, fingers ghosting over Brendon’s now very hard on. “Does my little slut need me to touch him?”

catsandladyluck  asked:

When I agreed to exercise with Simon, I didn't realize he meant this.

“Si, as happy as I am that you want to try and burn off all those goddamned scones, this is ridiculous. I thought you just wanted to go jogging or something.” 

He reached for my hand, and gave me his best puppy dog eyes. I gulped. 

“Bazzy… Please? For me?” he fluttered his eyes. he looked so silly, but it only made me want to kiss him more. 

“Just this once.” I concede, knowing I would regret this in about five seconds. 

“Yes! Now, you’re going to need some leggings… what about my zebra stripe ones? The orange ones? Oh my god, the zumba instructor is going to love you-” 


I’m so sorry this took so long i had such a long week and i wanted to be able to sit down on my computer to answer these

leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five

anonymous asked:

Well Louis pays for their trips and LA stays and whatnot. Also what did he do you know? Tweeted a few times about the song etc. Everyone would do that. I just feel like as long as someone shows support to Louis, this fandom fandom forgets and forgives everything. But when it comes to other boys, they don't. It's just frustrating and I feel sorry for the underaged fans who were harassed by them. (And im a bit shocked Louis kept them around tbh)

I take strong issue with the notion that Calvin deserves accolades. First, his “promo” reaches only Louis’ existing hard core fans. Big deal. Second, he’s lived a life of luxury through zero talent or effort of his own for TWO YEARS. A handful of SM mentions seems like the least he can do. Third, he is clearly trying to position himself as a social media influencer (he’s been doing product promo) & tap into the 1d fanbase. So redeeming his image within the fandom is self-serving, at best.


I don’t disagree with either of you, but he IS Louis’ friend, he is around him a lota nd I doubt that he’s just part of the laddy lad image. So, what can we do about it? Nothing. I am glad some fans still cultivate the notion that it’s healthy and fair not to approve of someone just because they’re technically told they should, though. Do you see me waving a Calvin flag here? Or anyone’s flag, really (besides Steve’s at times)?

The day I left the moon for the sun,
an eclipse sucked the light from
my throat. I choked on stardust,
spat out tiny universes the moon
would never dream of orbiting.
The sun told me I was the brightest
thing she’d ever seen. The moon
sighed when I told him, saying he
knew the craters in his surface
were enough of a flaw to send me
rocketing across the galaxy.
I think the moon is jealous. He has
always wanted her rays to warm
him but they could never reach
quite close enough. Maybe that’s
why he settled for my hands
instead; tender, quiet things that
fill the holes in his surface.
The sun commends me for trying
to heal him, but promises me
eternal shine, a wine I cannot
refuse. Sometimes I look up from
my home on her fiery flesh, a solar
flare amongst many, feeling sorry
for the moon. I know he blocks
her beams so I can take note of
the dark he feels now. Halos the
light around his frame so I can
see every curve and scar shaping
his being. I tell him, I’m sorry, but I
can no longer see my reflection
mirrored off his reflecting light.
Maybe I never did.
—  how i fell in love with space // Haley Hendrick
Soft touches

(A/N): I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH AND I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE IT

Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms


Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”


   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 


   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 


    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

So, I was just re-watching this episode and this thought came to mind. This is the first time Isak actually chooses to interact with Even, the guy he’s been having feelings for, the first time he chooses to follow him and thereby it’s probably the first time he’s indulging his feelings. What strikes me the most about this scene is the way Isak handles himself. Even offers him a cigarette and we can clearly see Isak reaching for it, but then his hand changes and he ends up picking the cigarette in another way. We could say that it’s probably because he was trying not to get burn, but I like to think it is actually a much more complex gesture. The fact is that they’re hands would touch and Isak is not in the point of his sexuality where he’s comfortable with that yet. So, subconsciously he picks the cigarette in a way that they’re hands won’t touch. If you start thinking about how on the last episode there’s a scene where Isak takes the ‘weed’ away from Even and their hands linger, being the first time they in fact are “holding hands”, I think that it makes this scene so powerful because it’s almost a single way of showing character development. Of how Isak is so much more comfortable with being himself after all that time.
Or maybe I’m crazy, who knows…

Originally posted by willnotaskagain

The devil's in the details

We were running a Mass Effect d20 campaign a while back, and our dm tended to be very lenient in what he allowed - which resulted in us asking for some pretty outrageous things - but sometimes he had to put his foot down. This was frequently overruled, however, by the will of the dice.

Quarian scientist: I attempt to create a way to process potatoes into Element Zero. *rolls*

DM: … No, I’m not allowing that. You can’t make potatoes into Ezo. You’d have better luck summoning Satan with potatoes.

The entire table goes silent for a moment as he realizes his mistake.

Our other, less morally constrained scientist: Try to summon Satan with potatoes. *nat 20*

DM: *sigh* You draw a pentagram with potatoes. A portal appears and a massive clawed hand reaches through, grabs the rest of the potato bags, and drags them back through the portal. A haunting voice echoes across the lab: “Next time, use red potatoes.”

We summoned Satan proper (using red potatoes) a few sessions later, but that’s a story for another day.

Jack Morrison visits Australia after everything to survey the damage and see if there’s anything they can do. There’s a small, blonde boy crying in the street and Mr. Good Samaritan reaches out to try comforting him.

The kid bites the shit out of his hand, punches him in the gut, and steals his wallet.

Twenty years later, he’s staring up at Junkrat and feels the scar on his hand twitch.

3

based on @randomsplashes post (here

I couldn’t stop thinking about it so here’s a rlly quick and shitty comic about Yurio trying to protect his own innocence

like geez Victor your son is in the car show some restraint

(raise of hands who thinks Victor was actually reaching for the steering wheel)

‘Wild side’

Request: Klaus smut where you and Klaus are in love with each other, and after a fight with Elena you go to see him

Pairing: Klaus x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut (sexual content, eating out, fingering, sex)

You​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​whole​ ​body​ ​go​ ​tense​ ​as​ ​Klaus​ ​Mikaelson​ ​enters​ ​the​ ​Mystic​ ​Grill​ ​and​ ​shoots​ ​a smile​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​you,​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​Bonnie​ ​are​ ​sitting.​ ​You​ ​give​ ​a​ ​half​ ​smile​ ​back,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​be polite​ ​but​ ​not​ ​entice​ ​him​ ​over​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.​ ​Unfortunately,​ ​it​ ​doesn’t​ ​work,​ ​and​ ​Klaus seems​ ​to​ ​take​ ​your​ ​acknowledgement​ ​as​ ​an​ ​invitation,​ ​weaving​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​chairs​ ​and bar​ ​stools​ ​until​ ​he​ ​reaches​ ​your​ ​table.​ ​He​ ​lays​ ​a​ ​fleeting​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel sparks​ ​through​ ​you​ ​as​ ​he​ ​does​ ​so,​ ​your​ ​stomach​ ​a​ ​whirl​ ​of​ ​butterflies.​ ​Fear​ ​floods​ ​through you​ ​at​ ​your​ ​reaction​ ​to​ ​his​ ​touch.  

‘Hello​ ​love’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​looking​ ​right​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​here?’  

‘We’re​ ​just​ ​having​ ​a​ ​drink’​ ​you​ ​say,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​your​ ​two​ ​best​ ​friends​ ​as​ ​you​ ​try​ ​not​ ​to​ ​show​ ​to Klaus​ ​any​ ​hints​ ​of​ ​what​ ​you’re​ ​feeling.​ ​He’s​ ​a​ ​bad​ ​person,​ ​you​ ​remind​ ​yourself,​ ​and​ ​being​ ​with him​ ​will​ ​only​ ​get​ ​me​ ​into​ ​a​ ​heap​ ​of​ ​trouble.  

‘Any​ ​special​ ​occasion?’​ ​he​ ​asks.  

‘Beginning​ ​of​ ​spring​ ​break’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​flat​ ​voice,​ ​fiddling​ ​with​ ​the​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​self consciously​ ​and​ ​focusing​ ​your​ ​gaze​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.​ ​You​ ​might​ ​not​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​contain​ ​yourself​ ​if you​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​warm​ ​blue​ ​eyes.   

‘Well,​ ​I’d​ ​love​ ​to​ ​buy​ ​you​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘care​ ​to​ ​come​ ​and​ ​get​ ​one​ ​with​ ​me?’  

You​ ​swallow,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​fight​ ​back​ ​how​ ​desperately​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​him​ ​up​ ​on​ ​his​ ​offer. 

‘No​ ​thanks’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​instead​ ​‘we’ve​ ​just​ ​got​ ​fresh​ ​ones.’  

‘Well,​ ​another​ ​time​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​replies,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​sneak​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​glance​ ​upwards.​ ​A​ ​look​ ​of​ ​hurt sweeps​ ​across​ ​his​ ​face,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​replaces​ ​it​ ​with​ ​a​ ​smile​ ​quickly,​ ​and​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you alone.​ ​You​ ​slouch​ ​with​ ​disappointment,​ ​and​ ​wish​ ​immediately​ ​that​ ​you’d​ ​gone​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​You have​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​yourself​ ​in​ ​your​ ​head​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person.​ ​You​ ​should​ ​fear​ ​him​ ​more than​ ​the​ ​little​ ​amount​ ​that​ ​you​ ​do.   

‘What​ ​was​ ​that​ ​about?’​ ​Bonnie​ ​asks,​ ​intrigued​ ​‘you​ ​were​ ​practically​ ​shaking​ ​in​ ​your​ ​seat. You’re​ ​never​ ​normally​ ​that​ ​nervous.’  

‘Yeah,​ ​come​ ​to​ ​think​ ​of​ ​it,​ ​you’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​that​ ​around​ ​Klaus’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘you​ ​don’t…have feelings​ ​for​ ​him​ ​do​ ​you?’​ ​

You​ ​glance​ ​behind​ ​Elena,​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​bar,​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​sitting with​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hand.​ ​He’s​ ​staring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​wall,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​have​ ​a​ ​suspicion​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​listening to​ ​every​ ​word​ ​you’re​ ​saying.​ ​You​ ​gesture​ ​to​ ​him,​ ​then​ ​your​ ​ears​ ​and​ ​then​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​hoping​ ​that the​ ​two​ ​girls​ ​will​ ​get​ ​the​ ​message.​ ​Luckily​ ​they​ ​do,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you​ ​exit​ ​the​ ​Grill,​ ​leaving your​ ​half​ ​finished​ ​drinks​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.  

‘I​ ​do’​ ​you​ ​admit​ ​once​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​out​ ​of​ ​earshot​ ​‘he​ ​just​ ​makes​ ​me​ ​feel​ ​so…I​ ​can’t​ ​even​ ​explain​ ​it. I​ ​keep​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​myself​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​just​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​all the​ ​time.​ ​That​ ​wouldn’t​ ​be​ ​so​ ​bad​ ​would​ ​it?’​ ​you​ ​ask,​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​if​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​agreed​ ​it wouldn’t,​ ​then​ ​maybe​ ​you​ ​wouldn’t​ ​have​ ​to​ ​be​ ​so​ ​worried,​ ​or​ ​scared​ ​of​ ​what​ ​might​ ​happen​ ​if you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​in.​ ​Maybe​ ​you​ ​would​ ​finally​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​how​ ​you​ ​feel.  

‘Of​ ​course​ ​it​ ​would!’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘Y/N,​ ​have​ ​you​ ​lost​ ​your​ ​mind?​ ​Don’t​ ​go​ ​anywhere​ ​near Klaus.’  

Your​ ​hope​ ​turns​ ​to​ ​anger,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​was​ ​only​ ​giving​ ​her​ ​opinion​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to help​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​that​ ​you​ ​should​ ​just​ ​swallow​ ​your​ ​disappointment​ ​and​ ​move​ ​on,​ ​but​ ​you can’t​ ​help​ ​yourself​ ​from​ ​saying;​ ​‘that’s​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​much,​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​that​ ​bad.​ ​You’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​this aren’t​ ​you?’  

‘Like​ ​what?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​hurt​ ​at​ ​your​ ​sudden​ ​change​ ​in​ ​attitude.​ ​You​ ​feel​ ​bad,​ ​but​ ​the words​ ​slip​ ​from​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​before​ ​you​ ​can​ ​stop​ ​them.  

‘You​ ​always​ ​warn​ ​me​ ​to​ ​‘stay​ ​away’​ ​from​ ​guys’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​usually​ ​end​ ​up​ ​dating them!​ ​That​ ​happened​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​remember,​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​two​ ​got​ ​together!’  

‘That’s​ ​so​ ​unfair​ ​to​ ​say’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘I​ ​fell​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​stay away​ ​too.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you​ ​Y/N.​ ​I’d​ ​just​ ​found​ ​out​ ​he​ ​was​ ​a​ ​vampire,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​think any​ ​of​ ​us​ ​should​ ​be​ ​near​ ​him.’  

‘Except​ ​you,​ ​apparently’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back​ ​‘are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do​ ​the​ ​same​ ​thing​ ​with​ ​Klaus​ ​now?’  

‘I​ ​want​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​Klaus!’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​get​ ​yourself​ ​killed​ ​over​ ​him, be​ ​my​ ​guest.’​ ​She​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​get​ ​angry​ ​too,​ ​which​ ​winds​ ​you​ ​up​ ​more.​ ​‘You​ ​think​ ​I​ ​always​ ​‘steal your​ ​guys?’​ ​Well,​ ​you​ ​always​ ​do​ ​this!’’​ ​she​ ​shouts​ ​‘you​ ​ask​ ​for​ ​my​ ​advice​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​get angry​ ​when​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​say​ ​what​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​hear.’  

‘No​ ​I​ ​do​ ​not!’​ ​you​ ​shout​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​loudly​ ​‘your​ ​advice​ ​is​ ​just​ ​always​ ​selfish​ ​and​ ​wrong!’  

‘Then​ ​don’t​ ​ask​ ​anymore!’  

‘I​ ​won’t​ ​then!’  

‘Have​ ​fun​ ​getting​ ​killed’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​in​ ​a rough​ ​voice,​ ​and​ ​turns​ ​on​ ​her​ ​heel​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​Bonnie shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​sadly​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​following,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​all​ ​alone​ ​in​ ​the​ ​alley.​ ​You​ ​think back​ ​over​ ​what​ ​just​ ​happened​ ​and​ ​feel​ ​tears​ ​prick​ ​your​ ​eyes.​ ​Why​ ​did​ ​you​ ​just​ ​purposefully pick​ ​a​ ​fight?​ ​You’re​ ​so​ ​confused​ ​over​ ​your​ ​feelings​ ​about​ ​your​ ​fight​ ​and​ ​Klaus.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​you should​ ​go​ ​after​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​apologise,​ ​but​ ​your​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​and​ ​head​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​the​ ​Grill instead.​ ​You​ ​walk​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​still​ ​sitting​ ​and​ ​take​ ​the​ ​seat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​lower your​ ​head​ ​into​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​few​ ​tears​ ​leak​ ​down​ ​your​ ​cheeks.  

‘Are​ ​you​ ​okay​ ​love?’​ ​Klaus’​ ​hand​ ​is​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​looks​ ​concerned.  

‘I…’​ ​you​ ​begin​ ​and​ ​trail​ ​off.​ ​

He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​gently​ ​and​ ​leads​ ​you​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​crowded bar​ ​and​ ​through​ ​a​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​right,​ ​into​ ​a​ ​small,​ ​mostly​ ​empty​ ​room.   

‘What’s​ ​wrong?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​into​ ​your​ ​eyes.  

‘I​ ​got​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fight​ ​with​ ​Elena’​ ​you​ ​say.  

‘You​ ​two​ ​looked​ ​happy​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes​ ​ago’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘was​ ​it…something​ ​I​ ​said?’ 

‘Truthfully,​ ​sort​ ​of.​ ​It​ ​bought​ ​up​ ​something​ ​else’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​vaguely.  

‘What​ ​was​ ​that?’  

‘I’ll​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​sometime’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘but,​ ​for​ ​now​ ​can​ ​you​ ​just​ ​distract​ ​me​ ​from​ ​it?’

 ‘How?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​face​ ​inches​ ​from​ ​yours.   

Your​ ​hands​ ​shaking,​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​t​ ​shirt​ ​over​ ​your​ ​head,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​standing​ ​there​ ​in​ ​your navy​ ​blue​ ​lace​ ​bra.​ ​You​ ​see​ ​Klaus’​ ​eye’s​ ​widen,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​say​ ​again​ ​‘distract​ ​me.’  

He​ ​crashes​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​into​ ​yours,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​sparks​ ​erupt​ ​through​ ​you.​ ​His​ ​hands​ ​wander around​ ​your​ ​shoulders​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​back,​ ​undoing​ ​the​ ​catch​ ​of​ ​your​ ​bra​ ​and​ ​removing​ ​it​ ​in one​ ​swift​ ​move,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​bare​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​breaks​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​kiss​ ​and​ ​casts​ ​his eyes​ ​downwards,​ ​murmuring​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​beautiful’​ ​before​ ​kissing​ ​you​ ​again,​ ​this​ ​time​ ​harder. He​ ​cups​ ​your​ ​breasts​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly​ ​into​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​fiddle with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​his​ ​black​ ​t​ ​shirt.​ ​You​ ​pull​ ​it​ ​quickly​ ​over​ ​his​ ​head,​ ​growing​ ​wet​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of his​ ​toned​ ​chest​ ​and​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​on​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​which​ ​have​ ​replaced​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​He slides​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​hips,​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​skirt​ ​and​ ​panties,​ ​and​ ​lifts​ ​you​ ​up​ ​so​ ​that his​ ​head​ ​is​ ​in​ ​between​ ​your​ ​thighs,​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​draped​ ​around​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

He​ ​plants​ ​small​ ​kisses​ ​on​ ​your​ ​inner​ ​thighs,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​tremble​ ​under​ ​his​ ​touch,​ ​before licking​ ​a​ ​small​ ​strip​ ​along​ ​your​ ​clit.  

‘Klaus’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​begging​ ​him​ ​to​ ​do​ ​something.​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​up​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks​ ​before slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue.​ ​He​ ​begins​ ​to​ ​suck​ ​on​ ​it,​ ​swirling​ ​your​ ​arousal​ ​as he​ ​does​ ​so.  

‘Fuck​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​rubs​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​figures​ ​of​ ​eight​ ​while​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​works, the​ ​friction​ ​making​ ​you​ ​grind​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​desperate​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​He​ ​makes​ ​a​ ​low humming​ ​sound​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​travel​ ​through​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​causing​ ​you​ ​even​ ​more pleasure.​ ​He​ ​switches​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pushes​ ​them into​ ​you,​ ​hitting​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​over​ ​and​ ​over.  

‘Yes,​ ​keep​ ​going,​ ​mmm,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​you​ ​moan.​ ​You​ ​run​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and arch​ ​your​ ​back​ ​upwards,​ ​still​ ​balanced​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

‘I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​warn​ ​him​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​nearing​ ​your​ ​end.​ ​He​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​move​ ​his fingers​ ​even​ ​faster,​ ​bringing​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​closer.  

FUCK,​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​scream,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​slips​ ​his fingers​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​using​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​to​ ​lick​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​from​ ​you​ ​as​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​rocks​ ​your body.​ ​When​ ​he’s​ ​finished​ ​he​ ​straightens​ ​up,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​his​ ​jeans​ ​and​ ​boxers,​ ​hissing​ ​at the​ ​cold​ ​air​ ​hitting​ ​his​ ​hard​ ​member.​ ​You​ ​take​ ​his​ ​cock​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hand,​ ​pumping​ ​him​ ​and causing​ ​him​ ​to​ ​moan​ ​as​ ​you​ ​guide​ ​him​ ​towards​ ​your​ ​entrance.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​slams into​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​no​ ​time​ ​to​ ​adjust.   

Moans​ ​escape​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pleasure​ ​and​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pain,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​you​ ​faster.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘oh,​ ​fuck,​ ​shit.’  

You​ ​kiss​ ​him​ ​down​ ​his​ ​neck​ ​and​ ​across​ ​his​ ​chest,​ ​still​ ​pinned​ ​between​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​his​ ​body. His​ ​moans​ ​grow​ ​louder​ ​and​ ​the​ ​veins​ ​under​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​become​ ​prominent​ ​as​ ​you​ ​tighten around​ ​him.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​completely,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​at​ ​the​ ​loss​ ​of friction,​ ​before​ ​spinning​ ​you​ ​around​ ​and​ ​slamming​ ​back​ ​into​ ​you.  

‘KLAUS’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​at​ ​the​ ​new​ ​angle,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your​ ​sweet​ ​spot.​ ​The​ ​feeling​ ​overtakes​ ​your whole​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​forget​ ​about​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​people​ ​might​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​you​ ​as he​ ​pushes​ ​in​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​moan​ ​each​ ​other’s​ ​names​ ​as​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​your​ ​ends.   

‘I’m​ ​so​ ​close’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​he​ ​growls,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him​ ​start​ ​to​ ​lose​ ​his​ ​rhythm​ ​as​ ​he​ ​orgasms,​ ​which​ ​sends you​ ​over​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​He​ ​slows​ ​down,​ ​moving​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​for​ ​a​ ​little​ ​longer​ ​and​ ​then pulling​ ​out​ ​and​ ​giving​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​lips​ ​another​ ​hard​ ​kiss.  

You​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​face​ ​him​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​room,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​your​ ​breath,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​blurt​ ​out​ ​‘I’m​ ​in love​ ​with​ ​you.’​ ​The​ ​words​ ​are​ ​sweet​ ​on​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​smile​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​not​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​fear that​ ​you​ ​did​ ​before.​ ​‘That’s​ ​why​ ​we​ ​were​ ​fighting’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you.’  

He​ ​lowers​ ​his​ ​head​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​into​ ​your​ ​ear;​ ​‘apologize​ ​to​ ​Elena,​ ​she’ll​ ​forgive​ ​you.​ ​And​ ​it’ll​ ​all be​ ​alright​ ​love;​ ​because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you​ ​too.’  

‘What​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t​ ​forgive​ ​me?’​ ​you​ ​whisper​ ​back.  

‘She​ ​will​ ​love.​ ​And​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t,​ ​then​ ​why​ ​don’t​ ​you​ ​take​ ​a​ ​walk​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wild​ ​side​ ​of​ ​life​ ​with me?’  

‘I​ ​couldn’t​ ​think​ ​of​ ​anything​ ​better’​ ​you​ ​smile

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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*battles anxiety with the thought of victor really liking yuuri’s growing confidence

like, a lot more than he thought he would

and yuuri was already so touchable that victor couldn’t seem to keep his hands off, but now it’s victor trying and spectacularly failing to stay cool during the little moments yuuri’s femme fatale surfaces

the little things you know, the smirks when yuuri’s feeling good or the facades of confidence when speaking to important people or the zen surety he reaches on the ice when he doesn’t know victor’s watching

and just

give me victor just about panting over him, half-baffled because he’s acting like a teenager with a first crush, terrified at how big and important it all feels, how yuuri’s smile makes him feel, tying himself in knots and finding himself vying for yuuri’s attention and not fully realizing it until someone points it out to him

the thought of victor losing his damn mind over a content, confident yuuri gives me life, clears my skin, waters my cro p s*

never

“Yuuri,” a familiar voice whispered.

Who was it again? He was sure he knew that voice. A voice that belonged to someone dear to his heart.

“Yuuri, I’m going back to Russia.”

What? No. You can’t leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m happier on the ice.”

Victor.

He was leaving?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

No. I don’t want you to go.

Please, don’t leave.

Ah, but Yuuri knew it would happen eventually, didn’t he? He knew it all along. Victor belonged in the ice. He was only going to be with Yuuri for a short time. A little moment to get some inspiration back for his career.

Where were they? It was so dark. So cold. So empty. All that Yuuri could see was Victor’s back as he was leaving. Yuuri’s hands reached out on their own, trying to hold onto Victor’s fading image. His heart felt like giving out from the force of denying the desire to go after the other man. He didn’t have the right to hinder Victor from what he had decided to do.

But I don’t want this.

Come back. Come back.

Please stay. I want you to stay with me.

Please.

Yuuri crushed that voice that kept threatening his resolve to let Victor go. If that was what Victor wanted, then he would honor it. He had decided, hadn’t he?

He had taken Victor’s time. Had taken whatever the man could give him. He wouldn’t take anything else from Victor anymore, especially not his happiness.

I don’t want this.

I don’t want this.

That voice inside his head just wouldn’t stop. His voice. Why won’t it stop?

Stay with me.

Stay by my side!

“STOP!”

Yuuri was panting, his heart hammering in his chest. Confused, he looked around to get his bearings. What had happened to him?

“Yuuri?”

That same voice, the one he heard just moments ago. The voice he loved hearing alongside his own. He turned toward the speaker, and found Victor’s worried expression looking back at him.

“You’re still here,” Yuuri breathed. He was still affected by the emotions from his dream. Was that relief he could hear in his tone?

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Victor returned, sounding as puzzled as he looked. “What’s wrong, Yuuri? You look so scared. Bad dream?” Victor slid towards him, the sheets rustling as he did.

Ah, Yuuri remembered now. That was the day he had gotten back from the Rostelecom Cup. Tired from the flight, Yuuri was intending to sleep once he got home which Victor agreed to.

At Yuuri’s door, Victor had grabbed his hand and requested, “Sleep beside me, tonight?”

Yuuri couldn’t say no to that. Not when he had missed Victor so much. Their time apart had been too long, had been so lonely. The older man must have been feeling so as well to ask them to sleep together.

So both of them decided to sleep that night in Victor’s bed. It was still dark outside though, which meant they had woken up in the middle of the night.

Warmth enveloped Yuuri as he was wrapped in a tight embrace, pulling him away from his thoughts of earlier that night. After that nightmare, Victor’s hug was definitely what he needed to steady himself. “Mmm,” was all that Yuuri managed to say in reply to Victor. He was still shaken from that dream.

He knew he shouldn’t have slept that night while he was thinking. But honestly, he hadn’t noticed he had fallen asleep. He only planned to think about everything that had transpired recently, but his mind wandered to what happens after the Grand Prix Final. In a few days, they were leaving for Barcelona. The Grand Prix Final was just around the corner, so of course he got waylaid by thoughts of the future.

Sure, he was determined to make Victor stop being his coach, and he was resolved to support the man in whatever he planned to do next. They had only talked about the Grand Prix Final, never broaching the subject beyond that.

Yuuri had no clue about what Victor wanted to do after the competition. In a way, he was touched by how much Victor had focused only on him throughout the Grand Prix Series. But the end was nearing, and with it, might come the end for their stay together.

What did Victor want to do afterwards? More importantly, what was Yuuri planning to do? He was set on retiring after this season. What would he do once he retired, then? He wasn’t sure of that yet.

A thought kept pushing its way to Yuuri’s mind. A wish, a small hope, really. One he kept tightly locked up inside himself. He was so afraid that once he had given it a chance, it would grow into something more. He was afraid he would desire it so strongly. He wouldn’t be able to take it if he was denied, and so he kept ignoring it. Wishful thinking wouldn’t get him anywhere.

But what if?

Damn that voice. What did he have to do to make it stop?

His thoughts were interrupted by a touch between his brows.

“You get this ‘V’ right here,” Victor murmured as he pressed onto the area, “whenever you’re thinking too much, Yuuri.”

“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought,” Yuuri said apologetically. He looked up at Victor and offered a small smile.

“The same thoughts that had you screaming awake?”

Had he screamed? He couldn’t remember now. If only the dream was as easily forgotten.

“You want to talk about it?” Victor offered softly. He started stroking up and down Yuuri’s back to comfort the skater.

“I’m fine, Vitya,” Yuuri declared firmly. “I guess I was just feeling a bit stressed.”

Victor didn’t seem convinced, but the Russian let it go with a shake of his head. He did that whenever he thought the younger man was being needlessly stubborn. Deciding to take a different course of action, Victor asked, “Can’t I do anything for you?”

Yuuri gave a genuine smile at that. He was always so thoughtful of him and his feelings, his Victor. Nothing had changed.

Nothing had to change, right?

That thought snuck its way into Yuuri’s head, catching him off-guard that he clutched at Victor reflexively. He laid his head on Victor’s shoulder to hide his expression. His distress was surely on his face right now and he didn’t want to show it.

“Yuuri?” Victor sounded worried again.

“Just, please. I just need this,” Yuuri rasped as he clung tighter to Victor. He wasn’t lying. He needed to be held as much as he wanted to hold onto Victor. He could still recall the emptiness he suffered after his Free Skate performance. He felt that something was missing. Try as he might, he couldn’t find it.

Until he saw Victor again. Those hours Yuuri spent far apart from his coach were excruciating. He hadn’t experienced that before. The temporary loss hurt more than he thought it would. It was only relieved the moment he felt Victor’s hug, as if his soul knew it had come home right there in Victor’s arms.

That was from just a temporary separation. What if it became permanent?

You can’t take it. You won’t.

It hurt. His thoughts hurt too much.

“Shh,”Victor whispered in Yuuri’s ear. “Why the tears, Yuuri?”

Yuuri hadn’t realized he was crying. Try as he might, he couldn’t say anything to respond. He was a mess–his thoughts were overwhelming and his heart was feeling too much. Yuuri tightened his grip on Victor’s shirt in a silent plea for more. What more, he didn’t know. He knew nothing anymore.

“I’m here, Yuuri,” Victor reassured empathically. “I’m right here.”

Yuuri cried harder, his emotions spiralling out of control. Maybe this was what Yuuri needed right now-to purge whatever negativity his nightmare had given him. Victor must have known. It must be why Victor didn’t stop Yuuri from weeping. Victor just held on tighter to Yuuri’s trembling form and kept murmuring the same words: I’m right here.

When the tears finally abated, Yuuri felt so worn out but also relieved. Crying his heart out helped ease his distress.

Victor was now stroking Yuuri’s head with one hand, the other enfolding Yuuri in a loose hold. “Feel better?”

Hai,” Yuuri sighed. He definitely felt lighter.

“You got snot on my shirt, Yuuri,” the older man teased.

Yuuri lifted his head up so fast he became dizzy. “I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed in embarrassment as he looked up at Victor.

“You finally looked at me.” Victor cupped Yuuri’s face in his hands, warmth in every touch. His expression was one of utmost tenderness. Perhaps it was because of the lighting, or the intimacy of their positions, or most likely the combination of the two, but Yuuri thought Victor was so beautiful at that moment.

Yuuri never wanted to lose this.

You won’t have to. Just say it.

Tell him.

Tell him what you want the most.

If only he could, but no. Yuuri wouldn’t be that selfish.

You want to stay together with him, that voice insisted.

Yes, he acquiesced, finally admitting to himself that painful desire.

Then ask him to stay.

Only if that was what Victor wanted as well.

On that, he wouldn’t budge. Yuuri was all too aware of what awaited Victor if his coach ever decided to return to skating. His fans would still be there for him, were even now clamoring for him to come back. And if Victor did decide to skate again, he would support the other man.

But it wouldn’t necessarily mean they wouldn’t be together then. Now that Yuuri had acknowledged his desire to stay with the Russian man, new thoughts were beginning to take form. After all, Victor had left his skating career on hold for Yuuri. Why couldn’t Yuuri do the same this time around?

Once Yuuri retired, nothing would hold him back from going with Victor. And if, or when, the time comes for Victor to retire, they would still be together. They had been through so much and had grown stronger together.

How many times had he claimed that they would win with the power of love? They wouldn’t just fall apart. Yuuri was starting to really believe that now.

“Ah, happy thoughts at last, my Yuuri?”

That startled the skater back into focus. “How did you know?” he asked as he gazed into Victor’s eyes which held only affection.

Victor gave Yuuri a fond smile. “Your face says whatever it is you’re thinking or feeling. I’ve been with you long enough to know.”

“Mmm.”

Victor waited a beat, and then blew out a breath. Yuuri obviously wasn’t planning on sharing anything with him. Well, he hadn’t shared yet either. He was still waiting for the right time, and Yuuri evidently was as well. Guess they were both going to play a waiting game, then.

Deciding to take the subject somewhere else, Victor reminded the dark-haired man, “My birthday’s coming up, Yuuri. What are you giving me?”

Yuuri glanced at Victor, seeing the quirky smile he adored on Victor’s lips. Thankful that they were moving on to other matters, Yuuri played along and muttered, “Something round and golden.”

“Wow,” Victor rejoiced, “Is this the continuation for your proposal from the airport?”

Heat crept up from Yuuri’s neck to his cheeks. Victor was never going to let that go. Groaning from embarrassment, Yuuri hid under the blanket and ignored Victor’s teasing grin.

“Yuuri, ne, Yuuri, is it?” Victor kept bugging Yuuri for an answer playfully. He was glad that his skater was feeling better. The scream Victor heard from Yuuri was branded onto his memory. He never wanted his Yuuri to do that again.

“Go back to sleep, Victor,” Yuuri said, his voice muffled from under the covers.

Victor laughed, the sound like music to Yuuri’s ears. Victor gave up on pestering Yuuri and settled down to lie beside him.

“I do need the blanket as well, Yuuri.”

Yuuri lifted one side of the blanket, an invitation for the silver-haired man. One which Victor took, of course. He wasn’t an idiot.

Victor pulled Yuuri towards him, his front to Yuuri’s back. Spooning, they were spooning. Victor’s arm was fastened at Yuuri’s middle, the latter’s hand entwined with the former.

Yuuri was about to fall asleep when he heard Victor whisper, “Let’s take this one moment at a time, Yuuri.”

“Mmm.”

“I wish we’d never stop,” Victor muttered sleepily.

Those words, they wove their way into Yuuri’s fearful heart and anchored themselves there. They might have been words said unwittingly, but it was enough to give Yuuri some hope of a positive future.

They still have this moment. Yuuri was sure they would get where they both wanted to be. Wherever and whatever that may be, he will just have to trust that the power of love would guide them.

Victor was right. They just have to take it one moment at a time.



Okay. So, we’ve gotten a glimpse of what Yuuri’s thought process was like in Episode 9, but nothing yet from Victor. How I wish Episode 10 would help and give us a damn clue already. We’ll have to wait for another week to find out.

I took full liberty with this one. I’ve been seeing a lot of positive and negative thoughts on Episode 9 that it got me thinking: What can I do to get the fandom’s spirits back up? I can’t draw for sh!t, and my laptop breaks down every time I try to make an AMV. The last resort was this: a hastily written fanfic with a bad attempt on cheering people up. Do pardon any mistake or poorly written sentence I have made.

Now, we’ve all watched over them both since Episode 1. Wherever Victor and Yuuri’s journey takes them, whatever path they both decide to go on, let’s all believe in the show and what Victor and Yuuri had always shown us: the power of love can win it all.

I love this show, I love this fandom, and I love Victuri.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

so anyway here’s a post about Izuku’s hands. specifically, about which hand he usually writes with

Izuku almost ALWAYS writes with his right hand. Horikoshi is fairly consistant with this

(also lmao at Bakugou finishing his test early, the nerd)

there’s only one time he doesn’t, and that’s the day when the class is coming up with hero names, as well as trying to figure out which hero they want to train with.

in fact, i’d call this a a mistake if it wasn’t shown in three separate panels within two different chapters. that shows consistency.

now, i could just be reaching here. it could just be a mistake. but Izuku is shown training himself during two of those panels. he’s trying to build up muscle strength.

what if he’s also training his left hand? what if he’s trying to become ambidextrous? 

one, because it gives him better range of movement. being ambidextrous opens a lot of possibilities. and two, because he keeps hurting his hands. if he hurts one too badly, he’ll have to use the other to write. what if he’s just trying to get a head start on that, so when that time comes, he won’t have to struggle? (this is also after the point where Recovery Girl said that she’d refuse to treat anymore injuries to Izuku’s hands like the ones she took care of in the past)

(heck, maybe the reason he’s writing with his left hand here is simply because his right hand still hurt from the Stain incident?)

anyway this is just me speculating about little details lmao