The many times Victor Nikiforov dreamt of how soft and pliable Katsuki Yuuri’s lips were seemed to be endless. But he knew boundaries, he wouldn’t kiss him unless the circumstances called for it, and god did he hope for them to call for it.
In Hasetsu, Victor found himself falling out of love with the idea of him and in love with the very core of Yuuri. His drive, his unrealized beauty, his passion the moment he glided across the ice and truly became the most beautiful person he’d ever seen on the ice, were what drove him to remain patient and hopelessly loyal. Victor figured if his lips wouldn’t be graced by the soft plushness just yet he would find an excuse to brush at them every chance he had. Whether it was to demonstrate his own Eros by asking him to show his true one soon while gently traversing the softness of his lips with the pads of his thumbs, or applying lip balm on his constantly chapped lips, or even swiping away at a grain of rice that stubbornly strayed at the corners of his mouth no matter what he did, it was enough for Victor especially when he was rewarded with a blush and a shy look down to the ground for the first few weeks.
Victor had gotten close once to knowing the feeling during a beautiful summer day where he had decided that they should have an off day and explore the beach. He adored the way the sound of the seagulls reminded him of Piter, but the beauty of the beaches of Hasetsu were enough to render him speechless. He’d sat at the shore with Yuuri an endless amount of times, but he wanted to truly explore it with him.
He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so broadly that his cheeks hurt from the flawless effort. Makkachin seemed more like a puppy as she kept up with chasing them around the water, Yuuri had even initiated a water fight as he splashed Victor senseless, eliciting a chorus of giggling and laughter. After a long day chasing Yuuri and Makkachin across the sand, getting enveloped in the salty ocean water and only resting to have a few snacks that Hiroko had graciously packed for them, eventually it was time to call an end to their day by rinsing down in the accessible showers to get the remnants of sand away. As soon as he twisted the spout on, Victor saw Yuuri staring at him through the gentle waterfall. His heart shaped smile only grew broader as he reached over to rustle up Yuuri’s hair and he returned the gesture as they laughed together under the spouts with Makkachin prancing between them and shaking excess water against them.
As they reached to turn off the water, Victor made a grab for the towels and worked to pat away at the droplets that clung on to his silver tendrils and again he caught Yuuri staring.
“Do I have something on me?” Victor asked brightly.
Yuuri furiously shook his head and continued to look on with a look that was a mixture of awe and possible curiosity. After a few moments Yuuri appeared to find resolve and found the nerve to ask something that Victor had learned seemed to be truly intimate in Japan.
“Could I dry your hair?” Yuuri inquired.
Victor threw the towel over at Yuuri and stood directly in front of him, peeking over his shoulder with a wink.
“Of course, I’ll leave it to you, Yuuri!” Victor said absolutely delighted.
He could hear Yuuri laughing nervously but soon his hands were working the towel gently against the length of his hair. It was something Victor thought he could get used to if only to have any excuse to be this close. He hadn’t realized he was in a daze and that Yuuri was done until he opened his eyes and saw Yuuri was directly in front of him.
“Will you do mine now?”
With softened eyes, Victor nodded and ran his fingers through the dampness of Yuuri’s hair. He had previously worked with his hair as they tried to figure out what look would be best suited for him when he was out on the ice, and each time he got lost in the raven strands. Today Yuuri smelled like the ocean and he could still make out the scent of his shampoo. Just as he was sure there were no more stray drops, Victor nudged Yuuri and smiled fondly down at him.
“Shall we head back for dinner and a soak in the onsen?”
Yuuri nodded and walked beside Victor, his body seemed less stiff than it usually was and Victor was delighted to witness that.
“Hey Victor?” Yuuri began.
“Yes, Yuuri?”
Yuuri abruptly stopped walking and looped his arm around Victor’s shoulder, bringing his head down so he could lace a quick kiss against his temple and the top of his head.
“I...I feel a lot of gratitude right now and I didn’t know how else to show it so.” Yuuri said clearly flustered.
Victor’s heart threatened to burst from his chest, as he gently placed his finger tips against his temple, though it was quick the feeling of Yuuri’s lips against them were even softer than he could have hoped for.
Yuuri was about to apologize for the intrusion when Victor asked, “May I show you mine?”
Wordlessly Yuuri’s mouth gaped open in curiosity, his eyes searched Victor’s for a clear answer on what he was about to do, but he nodded all the same. Victor smiled gently down at the man before him, as he drew a lithe hand up to rustle at the tendrils of sunkissed hair once again. Victor then made the swift move to kiss against Yuuri’s temple and then his forehead. He heard Yuuri gasp at the forehead kiss and glanced down to see that same lovely blush he loved to see starting at the bridge of his nose and scattering to the edges of his cheeks.
“Thank you for a wonderful day, Yuuri.” Victor said softly.
He noted just how close he was to Yuuri’s face, and was surprised that Yuuri hadn’t repelled back as he usually would have. Instead, Victor had to be reminded once again that Yuuri was a world of surprises especially as he felt Yuuri’s fingers interlocking with his own. There were no more words that had to be spoken between them, and for now Victor was more than okay with working through the feeling of how wonderful it was to feel the warmth of his hand against his own as they walked back to the inn in absolute harmony.
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
All hail Cauliflower Grandad
my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”
Hey, I'm trying a prove a point to my mom, so would you mind if people reblog this ask if they think being trans is not just a phase?
Being trans isnt a phase.
Being gay isn’t a phase
Being bi isnt a phase
Being nonbinary isnt a phase
Being pansexual isnt a phase
Being you isnt a phase, even if your identity fluctuates or evolves over time, which it may or may not do. It’s a part of who you are and nothing can invalidate that. You arent going through a phase. You’re being your truest self and only you know how to do that.
You are valid and real and wonderful and no one can take that from you.
If anyone tries to tell you that what you’re feeling and how you’re identifying isnt real, just remember that their opinion doesnt matter and doesnt change who you are. Only you can say who you are.
Reblog this and help anon make a point.
My friends: Daisy, don't you think you should start eating more healthily?
Me, pouring Skittles into my mouth along with a packet of Oreos: Nah
Me : Ugh. I'm so lonely. Why don't I have any friends? Does it everyone hat me THAT much?
Also me : People? Eww no. Get that social interaction out of my face.
I'm glad I'm in Ravenclaw.
Professor: [yelling at a student in class] You could have seriously hurt someone! What were you thinking??
Gryffindor: [whispers to Ravenclaw] Someone is feeling crabby today...
Professor: [whips around to look at Gryffindor] Do you have something to add to this conversation? I would love to hear it! Or have you also decided to endanger students?
Gryffindor: No! I-- I just--
Ravenclaw: [quickly interjecting] Professor! I have a quick question. Did you change the color of the chalk today? I'm just asking because I feel like it's definitely made the directions much more legible, and fun!
Professor: [huge smile] I did! Why-- thank you, Ravenclaw. Okay everybody, time to get back to work.
Gryffindor: How did you do that??
Ravenclaw: I've been classically conditioning the professor all semester to like me by always smelling like their favorite flower. It's generalized to just liking me in general. It's totally unconscious.
Professor: [passes by] Ravenclaw, your work today is simply exemplary. Ten points to Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw: Thanks, professor! [turns to Gryffindor] Science, bitch.
Summer break romance ♡
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I wrote 28K of Otayuri as a secret Santa gift for @softieghost 💗 Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, dear. Summary: Best friends have no secrets. Best friends know everything about each other. So how come, when two best friends fall crazy in love, that everyone around them notices. Everyone but them? I couldn’t decide between writing angst, smut or fluff. So I wrote all of it with a big side of mutual pining and heartbreak. Psss! There might be a happy ending too? @secret-otayuri-and-rarepairs
I'm an idiot and I can't believe it took me this long to come to such a FUCKING OBVIOUS CONCLUSION but I'm demisexual. I am SO ANGRY at myself. This would have saved me so much FUCKING TROUBLE. ARGH. I have lied. To. So. Many. People. About. Having crushes on celebrities. Finding people in my class attractive. Just. So. I. Could. Feel. Normal. I thought something was wrong with me? I was never sure if I was gay or not because I have only ever been attracted to one person. I have had conversations with my bi friend about female celebrities and who's the hottest and I just picked women that I admired because NONE OF THEM WERE ATTRACTIVE. She was like "Marzia right?" And I was like "HAHA YEAH HER TOO." And I can't tell my friends because then I would have to explain why I know I'm demi and not ace which involves telling everyone that I have a crush on my best friend. And no one wants that. So I swear to GOD past me. Why are you such an IDIOT? Now I'm stuck in a hole and I know my friends will completely accept me when I do tell them but I can't just yet because then I would have to explain crap-tonnes of shit that I've said so I could pretend to be sexually attracted to fucking Maya Hawke or Zendaya but I'm really not I just love them as people so yeah now I'm just ready to die.
In my attempt to be funny and create decent art work, this blog has emerged
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